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A/N: i’m vv happy with this and hope to god that people still enjoy my writing because i crave validation and acceptance but sh i never said that<3

"This is it for me."

Conor laughs loudly at your bleak statement, throwing his head onto the back of the sofa and turning to look at you with amusement in his eyes. "What are you going on about?"

You stare into his eyes blankly — as over dramatic as always. It was one of the things he loved about you. "The end is nye, Con. I can see the light."

He snorts through a short burst of laughter, moving closer to you and tugging you into his side, making sure to keep the fluffy blanket snuggly wrapped around you.

You hum bleakly, pushing your head into his chest and settling with a small pout as you fixed your eyes on the movie playing from the projector hanging over your head.

You were at Joe's place, having tagged along with Conor in a bid to not spend the day wallowing in self pity. Your effort had been rewarded, and you'd spent the day helping the boys record — meaning you'd been doubled over in laughter for hours on end.

It was only now that the pain was beginning to bother you once again, ironically, worse than it’d been earlier that morning. Mother Nature had given you the day off, dangling a false sense of security over you. You loathed her. 

"You want some painkillers?" He rests his forehead against your head, keeping his voice soft as he tries to avoid the boys' glares for being loud and disturbing the film. "Or did you take some already?"

You scrunch up your face as a sharp cramp causes you to pull your knees up to your chest in an attempt to ward it away. In response to his question, you shake your head, sinking further into his hold. "I took some about ten minutes ago. 'M just waiting for them to start working."

Conor nods, tracing shapes on your forearm with his fingers as he moves his eyes back to the action scene that was currently playing. You rest your head comfortably on his chest, smiling softly as one of his softly entwine with yours as you let your eyes flutter shut.

The pain was slowly dying down to a dull ache, and the painkillers that you preferred always left you feeling tired. It was late, you were sure, and so you saw no harm in resting your eyes for a while in an attempt to escape the dwelling pain.

“She looks pale mate. Everything okay?” Byron’s concerned tone breaks your relaxed state, and although his question was obviously aimed at Conor, you crack open your eyes and worm your head around to look at the tanned man.

“I’m dying, Byron.” You deadpan, the other boys rolling their eyes, having already caught on. You were the same every month. It was almost a routine at this point. Bleed, complain, claim to be dying, eat all of Joe’s food, repeat.  Byron, however, simply stares at you in shock. You nod. “It’s true. The pain is crippling.”

Jack butts in, not wanting to let Byron get too sucked into the, albeit harmless, lie. “She’s being dramatic. She’s just on her period.”

You scowl, sinking back into Conor’s arms as you scowl at the boy you’d known just as long as you’d known for years. “Why do you have to ruin all my fun, Jack?” When he simply raises his arm and sticks his middle finger up at you in response, you huff and turn to look at Conor. “He’s no longer invited to our wedding.”

“Oi what?” Mikey yells, eyes wide as he snaps his head around to look at the couple that he was sharing a sofa with. “You two aren’t even engaged!”

You narrow your eyes at the leather jacket wearing man, eyes flicking to Conor once again. “He’s off the list too.”

“No, no, no!” Mikey shouts, shaking his head wildly. “I can’t be off the list! I’m gonna be the ring bearer person!”

Joe groans and pauses the movie, knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to focus on it whilst everyone was talking. He didn’t mind, though — the film hadn’t been that good anyway.

You burst out into laughter at Mikey’s words. “No you’re bloody not! You’ll be lucky if you get an invite!”

Conor nods in agreement. “Yeah Mikey, that’s a bit weird mate.”

Byron chuckles. “Aren’t ring bearers usually kids?”

“Exactly.” You laugh, nodding as you turned back to a befallen Mikey. “But don’t worry, I’m gonna need some Mikey expertise when it comes to the planning, aren’t I?”

Jack furrows his brows. “Okay, hang on, I’m not missing anything, am I? You haven’t secretly got engaged and not told any of us?”

You shake your head, smirking as you quoted one of JJ’s songs. “Way too young for the ring ting.”

Conor laughs, wrapping an arm around your waist as you lean back against his chest, facing the boys. “She’s already planned the entire thing though. Has a digital binder and everything.”

You elbow him sharply, turning to glare at him. “I’m never telling you anything every again.”

Joe nods slowly. “Right. So — no wedding anytime soon?”

“Nah.” You shake your head, and with that, the conversation ceased into comfortable silence, and after a quick bathroom break for everyone, the movie was playing once again.

Swallowing softly, you shuffle around a little in a bid to make yourself more comfortable, before finding a spot on Conor’s lap that was perfect. You tug the throw blanket over the both of you, resting your head on Conor’s shoulder and breathing gently against his neck.

He holds you close, head resting on yours as he watches the movie, whereas you close your eyes and feel yourself slowly falling asleep to the sound of gunshots from the movie echoing throughout the apartment. You were content in Conor’s arms, the pain meds having kicked in and began doing their job.